Honestly, Ignis. The man had seventeen jobs and the living expenses of a resident of Fandom. He'd be fine, surely. Let him express his feelings via pocketbook if he wished to!

"Indeed," she said, moving so that she could rest her back against his chest, wrapping his arm around her, their clasped hand resting on her waist. "It's...were I capable of being humbled, my darling, this just might do it. As a bribe to not get Noctra a pony it is...substantial."

Light comments. Jokes. One could almost believe that she'd gotten over her emotional reaction to the painting...assuming they knew her only on a surface level as well. "We'll have to put it over the fireplace in here, I think. It's too lovely to be hidden away in our bedroom."